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Due to the fact that he is such a timeless beauty, it would be practically impossible to estimate Jobe's true age. Finely matured and debonair, he seems to be weathering the cycles almost unjustly well. Though crow's feet do now bedeck his emerald eyes, the universe itself still deigns to recline in the ebony of his hair. Obstinately as large and sensual as ever, Jobe still makes for a rare and extraordinary spectacle around these parts; like a bird of paradise, preening itself, amongst a flock of mallard.

As far as warriors go, he could be described as the veritable cavalier variety; gallant, gay and comely. Jobe's rangy physique is never clothed in anything less than resplendent finery; wardrobe shifting with whatever season, or contemporary fashions of the turn. This interval, it is lilac, embroidered with gilded flowers. A yellow blossom wrapped along with a spray of baby's breath spills from his breast pocket, and an odd, silvery stitch adorns his left lapel; akin to an unfinished triangle with pearly dotted points. Beneath is a similar suture, modeled into a line coming to a twin split. Statuary to change are the deep V of his favoured neckline, and his pocket handkerchief, which is emblazoned with the likeness of a white rabbit with pink eyes. Carefully clashing with his ensemble, beheeled ankle booties click in time with his limbre stride, exaggerating his already lofty stature and elevating him even further above the common rabble. The ring finger of his left hand has been adorned thrice. Silver and white gold; with a band set with sapphires interceding in between.

Beneath his spiked brows, feline eyes are framed with an illustriously thick dusting of dark lashes, bestowing him both with the appearance of felid predator, along with the long-lashed meekness of prey. Truly gorgeous, albeit grumpy, when Jobe smiles the result is both equally devastating as it is radiant. Favouring a rakish cut, his silver-spun tresses always manage to fall in a manner that is charming. Belying his obvious vintage, there is still a decided air of virility and vigour about his person. From the span of his shoulder, to his deliciously rumpled head; prompting one to only wonder just how he manages to keep himself in such a lovely state of disarray. From the lobe of his exposed ear, some ostentatious jewel or another invariably glints.

All in all, his are the makings of some underworld dandy, or antiquated Prince Charming. And it is not rumoured, but rather wholly true, that Jobe Thaniel Steward is the most glamorous creature ever to grace the lands; the most spectacular of alien blooms, living in Valorn's regular flower bed.

The Noble Jobe Thaniel Steward
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Gender: Male
Level: 45
Profession: Warrior
Guild: The Vanguard
Enhancement:
Stature Points: 474
Equipped Items
White Gold Ring
Black Orchid
Icy Medallion
Monogrammed Handkerchief
Ice Crystal Earrings
Elaborate Silver Herringbone Bracelet
Elaborate Jeweled Necklace
Formal Men's Shoes
Pink Satin Clothing
Mothwing Fan